September 21, Saturday.
Clear.
As the first ray of sunlight streamed through the window, Iron Head slowly opened his eyes.
Seeing his little companions still sleeping soundly, Iron Head quietly got up, carefully opened the door, and stepped into the yard.
The storm had subsided, and the sunlight was gentle.
Iron Head looked ahead, the yard was full of traces left by the ravages of the storm, a total mess.
"Clack."
Iron Head's eyes glimmered as he decided to do something.
He stepped forward, clearing the fallen branches and leaves into the corner. After finishing this, Iron Head began to inspect the various areas of the farm for any safety hazards.
At nine in the morning, Chen Yuan woke up.
He couldn't help but stretch lazily, squinting toward the window: "The rain has stopped."
The storm had lasted through the night, thankfully not like the continuous seven-day rain before; it stopped early this morning, sparing further impact.
